- To whom I owe the leaping delight
- That quickens my senses in our wakingtime
- And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,
- The breathing in unison
- Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
- Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
- And babble the same speech without need of meaning.
- No peevish winter wind shall chill
- No sullen tropic sun shall wither
- The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only
- But this dedication is for others to read:
- These are private words addressed to you in public.